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A Highlander Walks Into A Bar by Laura Trentham

 Synopsis
 
The timeless romance, soaring passion—and gorgeous men—of Scotland comes to modern-day
America. And the rules of love will never be the same…
Isabel Buchanan is fiery, funny, and never at a loss for words. But she is struck speechless when her
mother returns from a trip to Scotland with a six-foot-tall, very handsome souvenir. Izzy’s mother is so
infatuated by the fellow that Izzy has to plan their annual Highland Games all by herself. Well, not
completely by herself. The Highlander’s strapping young nephew has come looking for his uncle…
Alasdair Blackmoor has never seen a place as friendly as this small Georgia town—or a girl as brilliant and beguiling as Izzy. Instead of saving his uncle, who seems to be having a lovely time, Alasdair decides he’d rather help Izzy with the Highland Games. Show her how to dance like a Highlander. Drink like a Highlander. And maybe, just maybe, fall in love with a Highlander. But when the games are over, where do they go from here?

 
"A Highlander walks Into a Bar"  - Who could resist a book with such a title? Not me, that's for sure... But fortunately, the book had so much more to recommend it than just the title.

At the beginning, I was a bit irritated as my mind conjured up a rather gaudy image of Highland but within a couple of pages, I fell in love with Highland and its residents. Izzy and her mom are at the helm of it all and it's them who are responsible for the Highland Games taking place every year.
In the middle of it all are Izzy, our heroine and a certain Scotsman who came looking for his uncle, the unexpected "kind-of-souvenir" Izzy's mother brought back from her trip to Scotland. Alasdair just wants to protect his uncle because he fears that Izzy's mother is just out for his money and his position whereas Izzy wants to protect her mom because she is afraid that Gareth and Alasdair want to take advantage of her. Complicated, isn't it? You're right. Add the fact that neither Izzy nor her mom knows that Gareth is titled ... You get the gist, right?

Sure, some parts of the book are a bit predictable but I enjoyed the story nevertheless because I really liked the characters and the fast-paced and entertaining story on the whole. This is a nice and charming story that I'll love to read again.

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EXCERPT

From A Highlander Walks into a Bar. Copyright © 2019
by Laura Trentham and reprinted with permission from
St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

Chapter One

“I brought home a surprise!” Rose Buchanan threw her arms out wide as if embracing the world. From the stories she told to the way she entered the room, Rose was exuberant and entertaining and enjoyed being the center of attention.

Isabel Buchanan, who was perfectly content on the fringes, pushed her wavy hair off her sticky forehead with hands that trembled from the nightmare drive through Atlanta to the airport to pick up her mom. Her mom’s trip to Scotland had doubled as both research and vacation. The jammed stop-and-go traffic had left Izzy flustered and already dreading their exit from the airport.
Rolling her stiff shoulders, Izzy stepped around the bumper of the car, popping the trunk open on the way. Her mom had a beautiful plaid scarf of greens and browns and blues tossed over her shoulder and what appeared to be new earrings. Either purchase might inspire her mother to gush, and she would expect reciprocal gushing from Izzy. Making an educated guess, Izzy asked, “Are those earrings your surprise?”
Without waiting for an answer, she hauled one of her mom’s giant wheeled suitcases closer and prepared to

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heave it into the back. The sooner they got out of Atlanta, the sooner she could get back to work planning the Highland festival. Or she might pour an extra-large glass of wine and escape into a book. A guilty pleasure, considering how much she still had to get in order in three scant weeks.
“Allow me, please.” A bearded man who had been rolling cases to the curb stepped forward with a grin and an accent Izzy couldn’t place.
She checked her pockets and winced. No cash to tip the man, and no hope her mom had thought of something so inconsequential.
“Do you like them? They’re hammered silver.” Her mom flipped her bobbed matching silver hair to the side and displayed one earring with her fingers. “And as a matter of fact, I did buy them from a lovely shop in Edinburgh, but I brought something bigger home. Something
more exciting.”
“Your scarf? It’s lovely.” Izzy gave her mom limited attention while she watched the man load suitcase after suitcase into her trunk, fitting them together like a puzzle.
More luggage than her mom had left with. She waved to catch the man’s attention. “Hang on. That’s not all my mom’s stuff.”

For the first time, Izzy really looked at the man. He was close to her mom in age, and good-looking in a bear-like way with a gleaming white smile highlighted by a salt-and-pepper beard. His full head of hair was a shade darker, but graying heavily at the temples. The expression on the man’s face when he looked in her mom’s direction—a mix of adoration and amusement—cleared the fog of confusion.
Lord have mercy, her mother had brought back a six-foot, two-hundred-pound-plus souvenir from Scotland.

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